Late at night, Qingyin yawned and fell asleep after not seeing the sweater return.
The next morning, Qingyin, wrapped in her blanket, was awakened by the sound of construction outside. Reluctantly, she turned over in the soft blanket, adjusted her sleeping position, and tried to fall back into a sweet dream, but the constant noise around her made it impossible for her to fall back asleep.
After a while, Qingyin opened her eyes blankly and was staring at the patterns on the roof beams that were different from those in the Central Plains.
She didn't know what kind of flower it was, but its golden and bright red colors were quite pretty, Qingyin thought half-consciously.
But since I'm awake and can't fall back asleep, I might as well get up.
Qingyin called softly, "Yuqin!"
Yuqin and several palace maids outside heard the noise and quickly went inside.
Inside the room, the princess, who was so beautiful she seemed otherworldly, lay languidly on the bed. Her eyes, still slightly hazy from just waking up, held an inexplicable allure.
Yuqin and several palace maids blushed at the sight, but fortunately, having stayed with Qingyin for a long time, their resistance was stronger than that of ordinary people. They quickly calmed down and helped Qingyin wash her face and change her clothes.
Yuqin was skilled at combing hair. After washing the princess's face, she combed her hair, and a beautiful yet neat hairstyle was quickly created under Yuqin's skillful hands.
While holding hands, Yuqin told Qingyin in surprise about the commotion outside, "Princess, you have no idea how much the outside has changed. Yesterday it looked rather plain, but when I came in today, I found that these Mongols have been hanging things in every room, which has added a lot of uniqueness to the place."
"Oh? Is that so?" Qingyin opened her eyes wide with curiosity, not yet connecting the dots to Hertz, who had sneaked into her room last night and then fled in a disheveled state.
After finishing her makeup and styling, Qingyin temporarily changed into the dress she had brought from the Qing Dynasty. Her new dress from Mongolia hadn't been made yet, and Qingyin wasn't in a hurry to wear it.
Qingyin, who had chosen an elegant light blue dress, looked every bit the gentle and beautiful woman.
Yuqin looked at the princess with some hesitation, "Princess, will you still wear a veil today?"
"No need." Qingyin glanced at herself in the mirror. When she arrived yesterday, it was already dusk, and the weather had suddenly turned cold and the wind was strong. Today it's still early, and the wind doesn't seem too strong, so there's no need to bring a windproof and warm veil. Of course, Qingyin mainly disliked that the veil didn't match her ethereal long dress today, so she didn't want to wear it.
Yuqin nodded in understanding after hearing Qingyin's words. Indeed, that was the case, and it was more suitable for showcasing the princess's beauty.
"Let's go out and take a look."
Outside, several noblewomen of the Mongol ethnicity had also prepared their most beautiful clothes. They were ready to use their most beautiful appearance to shame the little princess from the Qing Dynasty and prevent her from coveting their position as the Great Khan's wife of the grasslands.
Inside the house, the nobles of the grasslands watched the elegantly dressed young ladies and the direction they were heading in with such a fierce air, and a sense of foreboding rose in their hearts, especially when they saw Utana, who was familiar to them and deeply in love with the Khan, among the crowd.
When Qingyin left her palace, she was unaware that a group of Mongolian noblewomen were planning to cause her trouble.
With Yuqin by her side, she was secretly observing the architecture of the grassland with great curiosity.
To be honest, the architecture on the grasslands is very different from that of the Qing Dynasty, but it is clear that the architecture here is inferior to that of the Qing Dynasty.
But it's still quite unique, and Qingyin found it rather novel.
While Qingyin was filled with curiosity, the soldiers and servants guarding the area were also shocked. They knew that the princesses of the Qing Dynasty would be beautiful, but they never expected that the princesses of the Qing Dynasty would be this beautiful.
Her skin was whiter than goat's milk, her long hair was jet black and shiny, and her features were so perfect that every part of her face was flawless. She was breathtakingly beautiful, and the children who grew up on the grassland were dumbfounded. Some of them were even standing on ladders doing renovations and dropped their tools, just staring at Qingyin in a daze.
Qingyin was not surprised by these people's reactions.
Curious, I noticed that these people seemed to be inlaying some kind of flower on the sleek corners of these buildings.
She walked up to a young soldier and asked curiously, "What kind of flower is that?"
Soldier, Kex nervously swallowed, not daring to look at Princess Zhaoyang, who had captivated him at first glance. However, Kex, who had never learned Chinese, was still confused by Qingyin's voice.
Qingyin: "..."
Qingyin tapped her head, realizing that most of these people didn't speak Chinese. She'd been communicating with people who spoke Chinese these past few days, and she'd forgotten that the majority of them didn't.
Then communicating with people becomes a problem, and a look of dejection appeared on Qingyin's beautiful face.
Kex seemed to know he didn't speak Chinese, which was somewhat of a blow to the beautiful princess.
She gestured somewhat flusteredly with her hands. This is a unique flower of the grasslands, symbolizing the pure love of the grasslands and also serving as a blessing for weddings.
Qingyin looked on in confusion as the handsome soldier gestured frantically in front of her.
Sign language is probably a common language for all humankind.
Qingyin could barely make out from the soldier's gestures that it was a type of flower from the grassland.
As Chen Wangsheng walked in from outside, he saw the princess's bewildered yet innocent and adorable appearance and smiled slightly.
“Princess, what this person says is true. This is a local flower on the grassland called Gesang, which symbolizes pure love.”
Hearing the familiar voice, Qingyin looked up in surprise: "General, you speak Mongolian?"
Chen Wangsheng nodded and said with a smile, "I spent my childhood in the frontier and studied there."
Qingyin thought of the Chen family's generations of fighting on the frontier and nodded in understanding. As someone who dealt with these foreign tribes, it was indeed better to be fluent in these languages.
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